I think I am someone who thinks he is no one.
He thinks he is no one with no hope, no future and most importantly, no love.
He thinks of love as something for Hollywood movies:
Something to be viewed and admired from Row K, Seat 17.
His only hope is to one day star in one of those movies.
Then he will be viewed and admired,
from Row K, Seat 17.
Again, something from my depressive days (which, I must admit, are not entirely behind me).